Back home from visiting Mr. Grinch. He ate half of a cherry flip from Bear Moon Bakery :) He also has a couple of muffins as should he feel like eating them. We had a good visit. PT came in while I was there and after he was finished with his PT exercises he was encouraged to do of them over the weekend. I said, "Don't worry I'll be visiting him over the weekend and make sure he does them." That earned me a dirty look from Mr. Grinch as he mumbled something about hiring me out to Helga's House of Pain. I just gave him one of my little grins and winked at Sarah as she laughed. They are used to our ways now, and have figured out why I call him Mr. Grinch.
He has a new roommate who seems very nice. So does his lovely wife Mary. As women do in situations such as ours we connected very quickly. Each drawing a little strength from the other as we watched each other handling what we are going through.
That's why I write these updates and blog entries. To try and reach out to others going through what I am. Let them know they are not alone. There are, far too many of us going through this type of situation. We see each other in the room and hallways of hospitals and nursing homes, and when we look into each other's eyes, an instant connection is made because we see a reflection of what is in our own eyes. We are the women, and men, who are doing our very very best to be good wives and husbands to our ailing spouses. We are tired, and so afraid we aren't doing enough. That somehow, we could something more, if only we knew how. We are battling a sea of emotions. Including terrible guilt at times for feeling some of the emotions we can't help feeling. We put our smiley faces on when visiting our spouses, and shed a million tears alone. We are love, we are compassion. We are the ones who if the battle is lost, will be the lonely survivors. Blessed be each and every one of us.
